the lonely mountain
Somewhere on the lonely mountain
in the shadows of the Aspen
i hear only the echoes of human voices
i breathe softly
across from my sheltered view
is water
and danger
i observe and listen
within the wall of the autumn colors
within in the shades gold yellow and green
as the last of the sun’s rays
enter the depths of the Aspen
i depart through the whisper of leaves
into depths of the deepening shadows
as the shadows fold into the purple evening
i found my place to rest
nothing remains
but tracks
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